( The school is one of his most frequent haunts. It's a place Paimon was always drawn to already — a place of learning and knowledge beyond the simple human subjects Peter forced himself through back in the Deer Town. A lot of what's taught here is... greater. There are arcane things, mysterious and olden, and he feels very comfortable here on the average day.
So as the boy becomes more of the demon, it's here that the demon likes to return to. But he's in no state to sit in lectures and learn like usual, no.... he can't sit still at all. That odd restless energy pulses through him and he's creeping through the hallways and slipping shadowlike into closets.... crawling up cold stone walls onto the tall, dark ceilings above. He lurks like that, entire body held tense and taut — a spider waiting to spring. It could be for any reason: if someone passes by that he doesn't like the feeling of, or if they see him and happen to scream... he'd pounce at them without hesitation.......
But for now, he waits and waits, eyes held wide. Then, someone does come... and the demon's eyes stretch even wider.
It's someone he knows. The Golden Witch. (...Ange, Peter had found her name out on his own, but Paimon currently doesn't remember anything Peter knows. Paimon doesn't know who "Peter" is at all.) His connection with this witch is still very new, but strong, strong enough that he does feel it there between them, even if his own energy is.. different, warped. She calls him by name.
Every ounce of his attention is on her, every prickle of nerve and energy, and it swells discomfortingly, that energy. It's abrasive. He feels like something on the verge of bursting wide open, and piercing through whatever's close. )
( ....That would be a sharp hiss of something that isn't any known language, and his tongue gives a series of rapid clicking afterwards. ...If that answers her question. )
PERFECT :'DDD
So as the boy becomes more of the demon, it's here that the demon likes to return to. But he's in no state to sit in lectures and learn like usual, no.... he can't sit still at all. That odd restless energy pulses through him and he's creeping through the hallways and slipping shadowlike into closets.... crawling up cold stone walls onto the tall, dark ceilings above. He lurks like that, entire body held tense and taut — a spider waiting to spring. It could be for any reason: if someone passes by that he doesn't like the feeling of, or if they see him and happen to scream... he'd pounce at them without hesitation.......
But for now, he waits and waits, eyes held wide. Then, someone does come... and the demon's eyes stretch even wider.
It's someone he knows. The Golden Witch. (...Ange, Peter had found her name out on his own, but Paimon currently doesn't remember anything Peter knows. Paimon doesn't know who "Peter" is at all.) His connection with this witch is still very new, but strong, strong enough that he does feel it there between them, even if his own energy is.. different, warped. She calls him by name.
Every ounce of his attention is on her, every prickle of nerve and energy, and it swells discomfortingly, that energy. It's abrasive. He feels like something on the verge of bursting wide open, and piercing through whatever's close. )
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( ....That would be a sharp hiss of something that isn't any known language, and his tongue gives a series of rapid clicking afterwards. ...If that answers her question. )